Tuesday, July 15, 2008

WEDNESDAY MUSINGS - #26






T. Boon Pickens has an energy plan that will get us off our dependence on foreign oil and help solve our energy crisis. If you are interested click on the logo.





Now This:

Utter Stupidity knows no bounds!


Mrs. Merv Grazinski of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma purchased a brand new 32-foot Winnebago motor home. On her first trip home, (from an OU football game), having driven onto the freeway, she set the cruise control at 70 mph and calmly left the driver’s seat to go into the back and make herself a sandwich. To no one’s surprise, the RV left the freeway, crashed and overturned.

Mrs. Grazinski sued the Winnebago Company for not advising her in the owner’s manual that she couldn’t actually do this. The jury awarded her $1,750,000.00 plus a new motor home. The company actually changed their manuals on the basis of this suit, just encase there are any other complete morons out there.


Training for Congress

The Following has been shamelessly lift from my friend

Mark Krauss’ blog “Class 8 Commentary”

No insult intended for any of my Native American Friends and Relatives.

Just trying to help those of you who might want to learn a new trade.

An Indian walks into a café with a shotgun in one hand and pulling a male buffalo with the other. He says to the waiter:

“I want coffee.”

The waiter says, “Sure, Chief. Coming right up.”

He gets the Indian a tall mug of hot coffee. The Indian drinks the coffee down in one gulp, turns and blasts the buffalo with the shotgun, causing parts of the animal to splatter all over the café, then he turns and just walks out.

The next morning the Indian returns. He has his shotgun in one hand, pulling another male buffalo with the other. He walks up to the counter and says to the waiter:

“I want coffee.”

The waiter says, “Whoa there chief! We’re still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. What the hell was that all about any way?”

The Indian smiled proudly and said:

“I’m training for a position in the United States Congress: you come in, drink coffee, shoot the bull, leave a mess for others to clean up, and you disappear for the rest of the day.”